A sky of bluish grey
That overwheelms the spirit day
A spidery Beech may over reach
Its spangled strutting way
It searches theough the sky above
Throws up its arms and shouts
Remembering when all its leaves
Were falling around and abouts
The cherry didnt drop its leaves
Dead they clung on for dear life
In the final dance the music sounds so raw
Twanging all the overheads
And tripping tiles until
The rain does enter
Near the centre
Ans runs off down the aisles
December comes in raging
A roaring Lion above
The animals are out there
Giving us their love
Its almost dark by 4 oclock
Behold a hooting owl
The lamps are on already
Lighting darkness from the bowel
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.